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10/31/2019 0 Comments unbalancedHe sees me
He watches me My every move Within the shadows he lurks nearby He creeps his arms around my waist The silk smooth of his voice sifting into my brain through my ears Luring me He knows He knows my movements My wants and desires He has them in the palm of his hand Me, he has me in the palm of his hand I cannot escape I do not want to escape He knows this I smell his candy sweet breath I feel his alluring presence billowing like a great cloud around me I am enshrouded in him
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Wanted. Respected. Cared for. Worthy. 10/17/2019 0 Comments BRITTLESoften your heart towards me for I am fragile So fragile the wind of your inattention may blow me away. Do you hear the words I speak? Listen, because if you don’t I may cry Tears unheard I am unheard I have been made invisible. So much for choosing a superpower 10/10/2019 0 Comments When a Storm Brews SilenceTight-lipped with nothing to say It is the sternness of your words that have ate up my own. It is with certainty that your rage billows like a storm at sea surrounding me. Are you done? Or are you finished? The torment is enough, you have shut me up and spoken for the both of us. My mind, my words, what I feel or think Is not worthy of mention, but apparently yours is… more so than mine. You yell and I clench my fingers into my palms. I should walk away. Would you follow me or yell louder until distance drowns out the spiteful commentary? My feet won’t move. I wiggle my toes Shift from foot to foot. You pause to take a breath. “Aren’t you going to say something?!” Me? Now you want me to speak. I stare at you. Chest rising and falling quickly. Look at all the energy dispelling from your body. Warmth spreads into my feet and I turn away from you and walk. Step by step, each one farther away. It’s quiet behind me. I glance back at you to a look of bewilderment and defeat. Tussle with irrationality, no, no, I could not. Like punching the rain or kicking falling snow. The storm has passed and I’m making it back to shore bruised Degraded disrespected unheard Made lesser than, humiliated Nonetheless I survived. I am to be heard I will not stick around and let another steal my humanity. |
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